Amy's long legs strutted back and forth, their length amplified by high heels, red lace panties and nothing in between. She wore a pink woollen cardigan which was falling open to reveal her bare breasts, but that was of less consequence to her friends.
Ben and Louisa were sitting on the floor beneath her, watching silently as her stiletto heels snapped down inches from their bodies. Both were naked other than for their chastity devices. Louisa's steel belt clinched taut around her waist, nestled deep between her cheeks, and clamped down hard over her clit and vagina. As always, Ben was locked away inside his metal chastity cage which looped pitilessly through his Prince Albert piercing.
"Amy, I don't think I can do this," Louisa whispered.
Amy stopped and turned to invite Louisa to kiss her round, pert butt. Louisa trembled audibly as her lips touched Amy's smooth bare skin and then slid deeper, following the delicate red lace lingerie that disappeared between Amy's cheeks.
"I told you the rules," Amy breathed.
"I thought you were joking?" Louisa stuttered.
Amy took a step back, pressing her bottom against Louisa's face. The nose could create such a gorgeous tingle, "Do you want to challenge my rules?"
Louisa didn't answer but pressed her face deeper into Amy's bottom, kissing the delicate lace that would spend the day inside Amy's deep intimate cave.
*
Amy had had to pinch herself every day. The rush of power from holding Ben's chastity key was a constant thrill, only amplified by the look in his adoring eyes. Some people achieved confidence through sport or their professional life, but for Amy, confidence came through denying someone access to sexual pleasure. Such a basic human need and one, when taken away, that could bring total devotion from those locked away.
She pinched herself again. She would never have been able to pose this confidently in front of others. It was the sort of thing she had done in private, a new pair of shoes, her favourite panties, and a mirror. It would lead to time alone with her vibrator living out fantasies before her panties had to be placed in the laundry basket.
Now she could perform and be her natural dominant self in front of both of her best friends. She didn't even need to say anything, no chastity jail sentence had passed her red painted lips. Ben and Louisa both knew that red lingerie meant a month locked in constant chastity. Yes, her friends wanted to share the smouldering look in her big brown eyes, but they also wanted to press intimate kisses on her body as she paraded back and forth. It was as if the delicate lace lingerie itself had condemned them to sexual slavery.
Amy felt happy and confident to do something she hardly ever did. She clipped over to her high security safe that required her key, her fingerprint and her twelve-digit code to open. Inside was a worn silk negligee, the first present Ben had ever bought her, and wrapped up inside that were two keys.
Amy took the keys and pressed them against her chest. She then threaded them both on to a thin silver chain which she clipped closed around her neck. These were the only keys to her friends' high security chastity devices; their twins having been clipped into many small pieces by Amy's hand and an unforgiving pair of pliers.
She stared in the mirror, her fingers playing with the two shiny keys as she critically assessed how they looked between her pert, but modest bare breasts. She pulled her pink cardigan tighter and buttoned it up. She liked how that made her breasts look bigger, more luscious while the key still dangled in plain sight.
"Wow is that...?" Ben exclaimed; it had been ages since he'd seen his key.
"Maybe," Amy replied bashfully.
Both of her friends were craning their gaze upwards while still sitting on the floor in an unspoken deference to the woman who controlled their orgasms.
"But we could just take them?" Louisa blurted her thoughts out loud.
"Do you want to?" Amy asked.
Louisa shook her head creating waves of blonde hair usually intended to entice men. Her belt may have been designed to stop all pleasure, but right now it was doing the opposite. Everything was so tight that her butt tingled from the steel and the front plate clamped down trapping her vagina in constant arousal. A sensation amplified by the fact that escape was completely impossible.
"Good girl," Amy whispered, "If you were to try anything..." she paused for dramatic effect, "Then I'll leave you locked forever."
Louisa swallowed with excitement, her mouth dry and her body alight.
"Bad girls who disobey red panties spend their whole lives in chastity," Amy whispered, the conversation evidently arousing Louisa who was now hugging Amy's leg, "They wake up in chains and cuffs with my panties stuffed in their mouth.
"Stop it, it's too nice!" Louisa cried, her hands clutching at her belt.
Ben was also feeling the effects of both Amy's provocative words and the sight of his key swishing back and forth between Amy's breasts.
"You can get up, you know," Amy giggled.
Ben and Louisa climbed gingerly to their feet still unsure what to do.
"I own your genitals," Amy called casually, "but otherwise you're free to go."
*
An hour later and Amy reappeared from their bedroom, braless and wearing a black sheer see-through top and jeans. The black mesh material was tight and did little to hide either her breasts or the keys nestled in their dreamy blurry underworld beneath. The top was blatantly sexual and had been on and off Amy's body many times in the privacy of her bedroom, but this was the first time that Amy had felt assertive enough to wear it in public.
"Wow!" Ben blurted, clearly impressed.
Amy then pulled on her tight faux black leather jacket and pulled the zip halfway up. The keys were still visible, but only just as the jacket stretched around her body, pressing her breasts together with the keys caught in between.
"What?" Amy blurted in response to their stunned looks, "If I lose the keys, you're both fucked."
"My cage has just got smaller," Ben mouthed.
Amy grinned at his flattery and pushed Ben back on to the couch and knelt astride his waist to kiss him. Ben's hands were shaking as he squeezed her denim cover butt.
"Too sexy," he panted, "You sure your panties are still red?"
